The broken wings || BL

The broken wings || BL

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LGBTQIA+
Queer
Romance
Destined Love
Milo is a loner. Only sees the bad in people. He loathes himself and everyone around him. He runs from his past, when it catches up the wings get ripped off. Piece by Piece. Jaxton who sees the good in people but sees the good most in Milo. Seeing him as an angel. He drowns in by his past decisions and medical issues. When Jaxton first saw Milo, he saw the angel in him. Somone who is so beautiful, something Milo can't see. The Broken Wings is a story about love, trauma, abuse, finding loved ones even when we think we're far from saving. It explores heavy themes such as abuse, depression, suicide, and self-loathing. If you struggle with anything, please know that help is available. Even if you don't believe it. There is help, everyone struggles in their own way. Which is why I love making mental health books, where to make people not feel alone. Please know, you're seen, valued, and loved. If you enjoy small indie books, emotional with lots of meanings, a book that isn't scared of the truth in life hardest battles, then this book is for you. Support me: I am a minor who actually wants to publish this book! Support me by likes, feedback, comments!
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You spoke with your fists more than you spoke with your words the hate poured out of you and onto me for all the things that weren't my fault You've beaten the fight out of me taught me not to run and tell a lesson made in blood turned me into your slave You showed me kindness in rare moments you didn't make my life hell a manipulation or a nicer side to you I could never tell You fed me breadcrumbs made me treasure them like gold until I worshipped the ground you walked on and looked at you like one might look at God You upped and left never said a goodbye it hurt more than the most painful fist and the cruelest lie You became a ghost haunted me for a decade showed up in memories and dreams and one summer night in real life All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the written permission of the author.

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